"What did Oliver want from you?" Desmond finally had the chance to ask now that Rosaly was asleep and they had all calmed down from the roller coaster the day had brought.
"You need to sit down for this." She cleared her throat with a slight giggle and pulled him onto the bed so he would recline against the headboard. He cast a confused glance at her. Why was she making it sound like he would want to kick someone's teeth into their throat? Considering they were talking about Oliver West and his insanity, that was a very likely possibility.
He followed her instructions anyway, and when she snuggled against his chest, he finally understood what she was up to. "You just want to use my body as a pillow." He said as she folded her legs and wrapped her arms around him in the position she liked to stay in the most.
